For the past few days, I've been watching Dog movies, mostly tragic ones just because Nankyoku Tairiku (Antarctica) is going to air starting October 16, 9pm. I'm a bit excited 'coz it's my once a year date with Takuya Kimura. I skipped Moonlovers last year, so I'm so anxious to see Kimura-san on screen. Anyhow, I started with Disney's Eight Below, then worked my way to Hachiko (Richard Gere) and Old Yeller (a 50's movie), then tonight it's Marley & Me. Four tragic films for a doglover like me. What I learned? Dogs are irreplacable.
I know for some people it's just a dog, but if you were the one who was stuck with it, as the trainer said in Marley & Me, only one shall be the true master... If you were the only one true master, you'll realize that after your dog has gone to heaven, any dog wouldn't live up to the dog that you had.
I once had a dog named CK. He was a pomeranian. I named him CK, then eventually it evolved into C-kai then to kai-kai then to HOY-psst... But the hoy-psst was a term of endearment. Kaikai was a companion, he knows when I hate people, he knows when I'm sad, he knows when to stay away 'coz I'm angry, he's quite a smart dog. He avoids puddles when it rained, he's clever! He knows I hate him being so dirty. When it's his 'fall' season- meaning he's losing hair because it changes seasonally, he knows he's incapable of showing off himself and hides most of the time. He got lost once, some stupid maid got irritated with him and sent him off. He never leaves the gates of our house because of the bigger pack of dogs awaiting outside, that's why I know somebody else let him out- by force!
I found him 3 days after I cried for nearly 2 days. He was fed fish, his eyes were irritated with what he ate and he smelled bad. Had to bathe him twice and feed him more meat. In the end, he died. I cried and cried for hours until my dad brought me to the pet store to replace him. I bought Ichiko, a Japanese Spitz. He filled some of the sadness that Kaikai left me. He too, was a smart dog. I never let him out of the playground. He stayed inside the house most of the time. One day, someone let him out of the playground and he ate a lot of things in the garbage. Few days after his stomach reacted and he was poisoned. He died a day after he threw up what he has eaten and the water inside his body. After that, I never took care for another dog again.
The ending of these movies except for Old Yeller are harsh reality that dogs die earlier than their masters and they're just not as replacable as cats or other animals. They know how to touch or warm the feelings of a human being. I was a bit depressed when I watched this last one- Marley & Me. The doctor had to give it to him and the camera focused on the dog slowly closing its eyes as its spirit leaves its body. It's just so sad they had to show it that way.
Anyway, the moral of this entry is: Never watch a dog movie continuously. It could lead to depression and blog writing.
Good day!
